Good Omens (Abraxi)

Pyralis didn't care much to think on their father. She'd butted heads with him from the moment she could speak and the two had come to blows more often than she could count. He wanted order and discipline and she was chaos and rebellion personified. Had it not been for her exceptional skill in battle she had no doubt that she would have been slain with her other unfortunate siblings who were deemed unworthy.

"A visit home?" She gazed seriously at Amon. It had been a long time since she'd considered that place home, taking her freedom the first change she got and never looking back. Yet, Amon had a point. Perhaps it was time to put an end to the past and bring the remnants of what was left into a newer, and brighter, future.

She grinned at Apollo and nodded. Yes, he could be a little stern at times but she liked having his sharp mind around. He was an incredible fighter and an extraordinary asset to their plans. "Well, I think you've had a long journey Apollo. Let's get you settled in, would you like a tour of the canyon?"